[ Even as a kid, Dimitri was stronger than the rest of them, thanks to his crest. But to say he's strong only because of his crest would be a fallacy. He, like the rest of them, has been training to become a protector of the people ever since he could stand up tall and proud enough to not topple over from the weight of the spear in his hands. He's earned his strength, through hard work and dedication - and even though he lost himself for five years, that raw power never left him.
Were Felix truly his enemy, he might feel more scared. (is he scared now? well, who wouldn't flinch at a growl like that.) But as he's pointed out already, Dimitri's form is off. He's sloppy and clearly pushing himself just to keep at their normal pace.
Felix throws his sword down and braces himself for impact. Even though he sees the lunge coming from a mile away, the sheer impact of their bodies colliding pushes him back a few inches, feet digging into the sand. But he secures his grip on Dimitri's arms and throws him to the ground with a combination of leverage and quick footwork.
He presses a foot down on his armored chest and stares down at him, anger and frustration simmering beneath his skin, before scoffing. ] Pathetic. You're not even a challenge. [ His weight shifts, but he's keeping an eye on him still - he knows better than to turn his back on a beast. ] If that's the best you can do, then we're done here.
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Were Felix truly his enemy, he might feel more scared. (is he scared now? well, who wouldn't flinch at a growl like that.) But as he's pointed out already, Dimitri's form is off. He's sloppy and clearly pushing himself just to keep at their normal pace.
Felix throws his sword down and braces himself for impact. Even though he sees the lunge coming from a mile away, the sheer impact of their bodies colliding pushes him back a few inches, feet digging into the sand. But he secures his grip on Dimitri's arms and throws him to the ground with a combination of leverage and quick footwork.
He presses a foot down on his armored chest and stares down at him, anger and frustration simmering beneath his skin, before scoffing. ] Pathetic. You're not even a challenge. [ His weight shifts, but he's keeping an eye on him still - he knows better than to turn his back on a beast. ] If that's the best you can do, then we're done here.